He leaned closer; the drink had gone to work, stirring his insides, warming him, emboldening him. "I'm glad he came here and brought you along," he said. "Janet—"
"Please, Dave."
"Don't say it that way! I—"
He paused, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the stony face of a Space-Station Guard.
"Are you David Conroy?" the guard asked.
"What if I am?" Conroy asked stiffly....
"Major Hawes wants you, Conroy. The penalty for escaping from—"
He was out of his seat in an instant, cutting off the guard's words before Janet could hear them. He could see her pale, frightened face. She shrank back.
"I'm not the man you want!" he snapped.